I can’t believe that I haven’t posted in nearly two weeks.Â I’m terribly terribly sorry.Â I don’t know why I’m apologising but I feel bad for not having posted.Â But I suppose that is what happens sometimes when life just gets in the way of blogging.Â You would think that with more happening at home, you would have more to blog about (and I do) but then comes that horrible thing called TIME.Â And I have had a serious lack of it lately.
Work is winding up for the Xmas break, so there is plenty of student work that needs marking, classes to be planned for next year and general Xmas parties to be discussed and planned in great detail – and I think the official count of Xmas lunches here at work for me now is 3.Â Actually it’s two lunches and one breakfast.Â I can see a weight gain coming up.
Speaking of weight gain.Â I actually managed to lose weight last week.Â Amazingly.Â I’m not really sure how I did that.Â Though I think when I get on the scales tonight (or possibly tomorrow morning) that I am going to see that weight gain this week.Â It hasn’t been a fantastic gym or eating week for me.
Actually its been a pretty crap gym couple of weeks.Â I sat down and worked out yesterday that in the last 3 weeks I have only been to the gym 4 times.Â I mean that is slacker than slack even for me.Â I have lost my motivation and I’m not sure where it went, but I’ve been hunting for it and I still can’t find it.Â I think it’s hiding under some slimy rock in the deep dark wastelands of my mind, and I can’t quite reach it.
On the homefront, I had to take my puppy (okay he’s 5 so not so much of a puppy anymore, but still my baby) to the vet this week.Â He managed to scratch his eye which turned into an ulcer, which wouldn’t clear up and then turned into a melting ulcer.Â Not a pretty sight.Â I took him to the vet last Monday and he spent the day there, where they injected him numerous times, fought with him to get eyedrops in and then they let me take him home overnight if I promised to bring him back the following day. Which I did.Â They then call me mid morning and tell me they’re really sorry but he’s not responding to any treatment.Â Please come and pick him up and take him to the specialist, where I’m pretty sure he’s going to tell you that he’s taking the eye out.Â I was a slight mess understandably.Â
So there started a week of stress.Â I took him to the specialist, he put him on even more medication, and every time I thought he was getting better I had to try and dampen my enthusiasm and hope that he’d get better.Â I was so prepared to hear the specialist tell me on Friday that he was taking the eye out, that it took a few moments to register the fact that his eye was doing really well and he will be OK!Â I realise that was a longwinded explanation, but I had to get rid of that stress once and for all.
So now things are looking up again, I’m going back on that search for my motivation and going to try and get my arse to the gym at least 3 times this week.Â I’d like to aim for 5 but hey, with my track record the last few weeks, 3 times will be a miracle.